nonstop since. Wednesday teams began returning again and we are currently
living in a hotel in Atlanta. Our schedule will be as such-receive teams at
airport, take shuttle to hotel, eat together, debrief the teams' time on the
field, go to bed, wake up early, take students to the airport, make sure they
get on the planes. Cry. Then debrief leaders the remainder of the day. Send
leaders to airport. Say a pray of thanks. Rinse and repeat. Again and again and
again until all 16 teams and leaders are safely home. The final team returns
home August 6th, so we have several more debriefs ahead of us...the last will
take place in Mexico.
with the last team to Haiti, pulling out at 2:30am. Upon arrival, layers of
clothes began coming off as we adjusted to the heat and humidity. Just like
every country it has its own sights, sounds, and smells. But there is something
else - in some it was hope, others despair. In some the Holy Spirit at work and
others, hollow eyes.
location of ministry. Two nights sleeping on the roofs in tents during down
pours, thunder and lightning was more than enough to confirm it was time to
relocate.
home of a local pastor. There were several large indoor rooms in which we could
throw down our air mats and sleeping bags.
Voices and music began at 9pm and went through the night.
Not only did they have times of planned worship services directly below us, but
also spontaneous. The second night a guest came to the pastor and within half
an hour, a demon was cast out. A battle of great spiritual proportions is being
fought in Haiti...and we are winning!
and praying for them. Both the Hai tians and our team embraced this-a ministry to
both groups. We have too many stories to share them in a single blog.
Port-au-Prince to the University of Miami hospital. The time waiting was used
wisely. We prayed over person after person and in some, saw amazing healing
take place.
She saw us praying and asked for prayer. "No problem.
Anything specific?" I asked.
"Heart pains," explained the translator.
"May I touch you?"
She nodded.
I placed my hand on her heart, asked God to heal her
physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually in the name of Jesus, the
Stronger Man who lives within us.
felt, translator repeated after her, "She feels fine!"
Woman #2 |
She pointed at the translator and said, "I want them to pray
for me."
I called the team over and repeated the previous prayer.
Once again I asked, "How do you feel?"
She nodded and smiled, "Good!"
During this, other students who were praying and observing
from where they sat saw that the "American Doctors" often walked by and shook
their heads, not believing if healing could happen. I couldn't help but think
of their amazement when the women told them their chest pains were gone!